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Sarah lay on her back, legs wrapped upon Brock’s waist as he moved inside her with slow, powerful strokes. Her fingers dug into his broad shoulders while she let out soft, genuine moans of pleasure. She glanced over at Timmy, who was quietly changing the sheets, trying his best not to look at them.
“Timmy, sweetheart,” she called out gently, though her voice carried that familiar edge of mockery, “be careful with those sheets. I don’t want you making a mess. You’re already so clumsy when you’re nervous.”
Brock thrust a little harder and Sarah gasped, her eyes fluttering. She turned her head toward her husband again, a small smile playing on her lips.
“You know, it’s funny. I was just telling Brock how different this feels. He actually fills me up. I can feel every inch of him. With you… it’s like nothing’s even there. Just a little tickle that disappears in seconds.”
Timmy’s hands froze for a moment on the pillowcase. Sarah continued, her tone almost conversational now, like she was discussing the weather.
“Remember the last time I let you try, months ago? You barely lasted thirty seconds before that weak little spurt came out. It was so thin and watery, like tap water. I didn’t even feel it. I just lay there wondering if you’d even finished.”
She moaned softly as Brock hit a particularly good spot, then kept talking, never taking her eyes off Timmy.
“I think that’s why I stopped letting you inside me. What’s the point when you finish so quickly and your little thing is too small to even make me feel anything? It’s honestly a relief having a real man take care of me now.”
Timmy kept working silently, face burning with embarrassment. Sarah let out a soft laugh, almost affectionate.
“Look at him, Brock. He’s so embarrassed, but he can’t stop listening. I bet he’s already leaking in that tiny cage just from hearing us. A few drops of that useless, clear fluid. His body really doesn’t know how to make proper cum anymore, does it?”
Brock flipped her onto her side, taking her from behind while she faced Timmy directly. Sarah brushed a strand of hair from her face and continued in that same sweet, cutting voice.
“Honey, when you’re done with the laundry, I want you to kneel right here beside the bed. You can watch everything up close. Maybe you’ll finally understand what a woman actually needs. Because your poor little shrimp dick was never going to be enough, was it? Thirty seconds of frantic pumping and then that pathetic dribble. I used to fake my moans just so you’d feel like a man for five seconds.”
She reached out and gently tilted Timmy’s chin up with her fingers so he had to look at her while she was being taken.
“Be a good boy and finish your chores quickly. After Brock fills me up, you can bring us fresh water and then maybe… just maybe, I’ll let you see what real satisfaction looks like. Wouldn’t that be educational for you, sweetheart?”
Sarah smiled at him, almost tenderly, right before another moan escaped her lips. Timmy nodded silently, defeated, and went back to his tasks as the sounds of real pleasure filled the room once again.